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Frogger

Pulsar
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Hey there, Frogger here. For the role-play I went through in Interest and Coordination, this is the character skeleton form. Please fill it out if you're interested in joining, and send it my way before posting. I want to approve of it first. Okay? Okay.

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Name: Melody Quinn
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Species: Human

Physical Features: Melody is a petite young girl, though she is in the process of blossoming into a young woman. At four feet six inches, the probability of growing any taller is slim, almost nonexistent. Being a human, there is no feathers, no scales, no wings or reptilian features to be seen. Instead, in this world of monsters and bloodshed, she is surprisingly ordinary. Her hair is a long and wavy light brown, which ends right at the small of her back, and brings out darker brown eyes. Though she cannot compare to women that are more fully developed, there is one things that is very special about her...and that is, there is nothing at all fake about her. Not even her bright, warming smile.

Sexual Preference: Straight

Powers: None.

Weapon: Although she is human, she does carry a small dagger on her person, as well as a bow and arrow. Both are mainly used for hunting, but if she has to, she will use one or the other for self-defense.

Biography: Years ago, Melody was born into the world, despite all odds. At birth, she was a sickly child...not expecting to live much more than a day because of the problem with her heart. However, she defied these odds. Unlike almost everyone in her village, she cannot work to the best of her abilities. The men hunt to put food on the table, and the women smith in order to make sure the village can defend itself, in case anything happens. So...Melody began cooking, and found that she had a gift in the kitchen. Her food is almost like heaven on the tongue. Yet… not too long ago, a great horde of demons came rampaging into the village...killing everyone within sight...including her parents. Luckily, Melody was visiting a relative elsewhere, so she didn’t get killed herself. Right now she is homeless, and lonely, having not a friend in the world.

Hobbies: Melody loves to cook. It is her passion, even though she has always been ridiculed because of her sickly disposition. More of a mental person than a physical one, she also likes to read, to learn more about things. Don’t worry, though...she can still have fun. ;)

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Name: Ganvira
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Species: Harpy

Physical Features: Ganvira is about three feet tall from nose to base to tail, with short, almost lizard-like legs. Most of her body is covered in small, round scales, providing amazing protection. Her face and upper half do not have scales, but that doesn’t mean that it is more vulnerable than the scaly hide. Wings spanning at four feet long, she can be outrun by humans...but she can easily fly faster than one. Whenever she is forced to walk, she will do so with her wings for balance and partially unfurled. Most of the time, however, she prefers having the pair folded smoothly and comfortably down her back. The fingers also bend double at the joints when folded, like a hand curling into a fist, shortening the length of her exposed wing. Her tail doesn’t assist any when balance comes into the picture. There are streaks of ochre along her regal cheekbones. On the underside of her wings is ochre shading as well, with hints of dull orange. Her eyes are dark, the irises being a warm golden color, but black making up the outer edges. White hair cascades down over her shoulders, the wave similar to a layer of newly fallen snow. Because of the layers of muscles between wings and sternum, her chest appears somewhat larger and deeper than a human’s chest does. Overall? Ganvira is a beautiful creature.

Sexual Preference: Ganvira is straight, pure and simple.

Powers: Most would assume that harpies are just birds with the head of a woman, but that isn’t the case. Ganvira can fly up to thirty-six miles per hour, not to mention she can alter her appearance at will, whenever she feels up to it. That doesn’t happen very often, however, for she only feels that urge when the urge to mate hits. It is an unpredictable process...for you never know when it will hit, but when it does...whoever she chooses as a mate for that night will certainly be sore in the morning. The ability to change her form can also occur outside the cycle, but she has to feel particularly strong...after a good meal, or she rests several hours. Again, she doesn’t use such an ability often. Her face can also elongate into a bird’s beak whenever she feeds.

Regeneration is but another one of her powers, though it is a bit tricky to use, for she has to ingest blood in order to speed up the regeneration. Usually she can heal minor cuts and wounds, but when it comes to whole limbs...she would lose quite a lot of energy, and so would have to rest afterwards.

Weapon: Ganvira doesn’t care to use anything as silly as man-made weapons, preferring to use what she already has at her disposal. Her claws are wicked sharp, capable of cutting through flesh and bone as though it is butter...and her wings make it easy to catch any prey.

Biography: Bloodshed...that all really needs to be said when it comes to Ganvira’s past. Harpies enjoy killing people, and she wasn’t any different...especially after reaching maturity. Many have fallen under her power...and some eaten. Beyond that, there isn’t much to be said. Both parents died when she was young, leaving her alone and defenseless. However, she learned how to stay alive fairly quickly, so that nothing could take her unaware.

Hobbies: Ganvira likes to spare every once in a while, to keep her mind and body sharp. There is also wood-carving, which she believes is a luxury, and should be done sparingly. Whenever she is stressed, or worrying over something, she will take out a piece of wood and work on it until the matter is resolved in her mind.

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Name: Susan (Susie) Baldwin
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Species: Sheep Demon

Powers: Sheep are known as gentle, calm creatures that mean no harm, and are content to just graze during long hot days. Their wool gives protection against cold winter nights, having been spun into jackets, shirts and the like. Susie’s wool does do this, and a great deal more. It has the capability to turn from soft and fluffy, into body-armor. Not much can pierce it, for it is like hardened steel. However, she can very well weave the wool into body-armor for others whenever it is shaven. After that, of course she is left vulnerable...but she does gain extra speed and agility from the burden being taken off. If someone with ill-intentions strokes her wool, that person will immediately grow sleepy, and could fall asleep...though who knows for how long.

Earth Manipulation- Susie can manipulate earth at will, mostly using it as a shield around herself whenever there is an attack. Every once in a while, she can find or make boulders, sending flying projectiles towards an enemy, though she doesn’t like to do this.

Good Fortune- Now this is a tricky business. Any good fortune that befalls a person depends on a coin, which Susie carries in her pocket. There is nothing particularly special about the coin, other than the fact that it has a hole right in the middle. When someone bets on that coin, making two different wishes on each side...one is bound to come try. Yet there is always a price to pay...either that, or it ends up not the way you’d expect.

Weapon: Susie carries no weapon, for she doesn’t care for violence. Instead, if she is forced to fight, she will use the weapons she already has at her disposal.

Physical Features: I’ll leave it up to the picture.

Biography: Susie’s people are of the traveling sort, roaming around the countryside, before finally settling down with a husband or wife and having children. That is just what they do. And so...she is in her wandering stage, where she has no aim, no purpose… so she is kinda lonely, even though she found Booming a couple years ago. It doesn’t really compare to having someone your own age around.

Hobbies: Susie likes to lay underneath a tree and just sleep whenever there isn’t anything going on. Most of the time though, she is pretty curious, getting herself into trouble when originally, someone would think there isn’t any to be found.

Likes: Fruit, especially strawberries, the toys Booming likes to make, and flowers
Dislikes: Meat, mean people
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Name: Rook Castle
Gender: Male
Age: 86
Species: Cockatrice


Physical Features:
Standing a bit taller than your average cockatrice, Rook is four and a quarter feet tall. Though his body isn't muscled by any means, he has a lean runner's body, barely an inch of fat anywhere on his feathered hide. Speaking of which his feathers only cover half his body, mostly on his chest and back with some feathers sprouting down his arms and a fan like display section along his tail. His tail resembles that of a lizard's, clearly coming from his dragon blood. These feathers dotting his body are tough and plate like, having more in common with scales than true feathers, they provide great protection. The rest of Rook's body is rather naked, made up of short pebble like scales. Most of the time he stands upright, in a human like pose so he can use his hands and arms, which almost resemble talons, though not quite as sharp or strong as those on his feat. Rook looks rather like a half-plucked chicken in general, though he has slitted reptilian eyes and jagged teeth like structures built into his beak. Rook's feathers are a rusty red in color while his scales seem to be more of a metallic green. He of course has a comb on his head as most roosters do, though it is swept back and a dull white, looking more like a cap made of bone and it is extremely strong, almost unbreakable.


Sexual Preference:
The phrase 'randy as a rooster' caries some truth to it as Rook feels very strong instinctual urges. Rook enjoys the company of females of any sort, he doesn't much care about what they are, just that they are there. Rook however seems to prefer aggressive or combative females, the challenge of sparring with them is just as exciting as more intimate moments. This is not to say he ignores more reserved females, but he takes it as a personal goal to prove others wrong when he is looked down on as weak or unworthy.

Powers:
All Rook's abilities come from his species, having little training in the ways of war. As a cockatrice his gaze can turn both objects and creatures to stone, making them either harder or brittle depending on which is needed. However the gaze of a cockatrice does have limits, living creatures can resist the gaze well enough, often just suffering some patches of skin being turned to stone or a shell being formed around them. Painful, but ultimately not truly deadly. The true threat of the gaze comes from when someone locks eyes with a cockatrice, only then can a living being be turned to stone. Beings wielding powerful magic can actively resist the gaze in all it's forms. While some members of the species can fly, Rook is not one of them and is affectively flightless unless one counts flapping assisted leaps. To avoid the dreaded crow of their parent species, cockatrice are nocturnal, with sharp night vision they can see and easily navigate in complete darkness. Because of these adaptions cockatrice have rather poor sight in the light of day, being a bit blurry. While they are stronger than most humans, cockatrice are quite weak compared to many monsters, Rook is only able to lift 200lbs on a good day. Cockatrice are however rather fast and agile, able to run up to 40mph and grip on to branches with their feet or tail. Thankfully Rook and his kin are gifted with extremely tough scale like feathers which can resist some of the most brutal beatings, letting a cockatrice survive the rage of a giant. This stone like skin is one of the main reasons cockatrice manage to survive at all, making sure they are enough trouble that most will leave them alone. However there is something that causes hunters and fortune seekers to target them, Cockatrice have poisonous blood that is borderline caustic to the touch. This blood is very useful for many alchemic potions and spells, making the demand outweigh the annoyance these little beasts cause when attacked.

Weapon:
Rook doesn't like to use weapons in general, preferring to rely on his natural talons and gifts to try and prove just how strong his people are. However he has been known to use improvised weapons, like stoning a tree branch into an iron hard club or turning the clawed hand of a dragon into a stone dagger.

Biography:
While cockatrice are not the longest lived monsters around, their lifespans are still many times longer than those of humans, this makes Rook out to be roughly in his prime as far as his kind are concerned. Many cockatrice eggs are hidden on farms, where young cockatrice blend in with their relatives and can remain hidden from hunters. Rook was no different and on reaching the age of five he went through a growth spurt that awakened his abilities and showed his true nature. Rook of course denies this, instead telling some grand lie about being on his own since he hatched, telling other monsters that cockatrice hatchlings do not need to be protected. Rook's kind are rather looked down on, as lesser cousins of dragons and closely related to the weak little birds humans farm, it isn't hard to see why. Rook strives to gain respect from other monsters and will fight for it, almost never backing down even if he lost all chance to prove them wrong. Rook is very much as stubborn as a bulldog and once he has his mind set on something, he very rarely gives up without a fight of some sort. Ultimately Rook's actions all stem from being lonely, cockatrice are fairly rare and tend to stay in hiding, he instead wishes to be noticed as a truly worthy monster to try and fill the void.

At heart Rook is a wanderer, going from hill and dale in search of some way to gain fame and renown. Rook does not seem to really know what to do with himself, putting all his hopes on some vague goal which many say he has no chance of fulfilling. He is more than willing to take up odd jobs and largely does not care who pays the tab as long as it promises to someday lead to respect. Because of this Rook is moderately active in the war, constantly trying to show the strength of his kin, to show that they are just as powerful and majestic as their dragon cousins. When not obsessed with how he and his people are seen, Rook can be rather kind, objective and even surprisingly introspective. None of this has helped sway him from his path, his hidden depths do on the other hand show that perhaps the little cockatrice isn't such a bad little monster. These moments are few and far between as Rook is very quick to hide them, fearing that he might be seen as weak and destroy what little reputation he has built up.


Hobbies: Bit of a loner when not seeking fame and infamy, Rook enjoys birdwatching, perhaps wishing he to could fly. He is also a rather impressive singer, though Rook hides this fact, thinking it would hamper his desire to show his race as strong. With the ability to pull his voice up or down, matching just about any pitch, Rook has a massive vocal range. When alone he amuses himself with writing poems and songs, singing them out for his ears alone.




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Name: Booming Sky
Gender: Male
Age: ???(Older than some mountains)
Species: Thunderbird

Physical Features:
In his true body Booming Sky is quite large, not bigger than the average thunderbird but that doesn't take away from his size any. Standing he is fifteen feet tall with a massive wingspan of thirty-six feet in total. Strong enough to carry a loaded minivan in his talons or several people on his back, Booming Sky might be a senior citizen of the monster world but that does not make him weak. For the most part he resembles an over-sized eagle, though he has twin ear-tufts on his head, much like those of a great-horn owl. The coloring on his body has faded with age, mostly white now with a smoky grey pattern flowing across the underside of his chest and wings, letting him blend in to storm clouds as he flies with them.

The form that most will see is that of a hunched back old bird, using his blackened staff to hobble around. Booming sky looks old and decrepit, never moving anywhere faster than at a snail's pace. The thunderbird stands 6'3 feet tall, though about a foot is shaved off since he normally keeps himself n a hunched posture. He very rarely straightens out his back to stand at his full height, when he does it is almost always important. Resembling an anthro version of his true shape, his wings fold across his back but are normally pulled forwards to wrap around his body like a feathered cloak.

Sexual Preference: Quote-"I'm too old to have my head turned by some doxy."


Powers:
In his true form Booming Sky is rather huge, as old as he is the ancient thunderbird isn't anywhere near his prime and is not as strong or agile as he once was. He seems to prefer wandering about in his humanoid body rather than spending his time in his true shape. Regardless in his normal body he is very large, only the great rocs and dragons have ever challenged thunderbirds in their element and won. In this shape Booming Sky's great size lets him move large objects with ease, though not quite the elephant hunters that rocs are famed as, thunderbirds aren't too much weaker. Booming Sky's greatest strength is his understanding of nature and the weather itself, all his kind can manipulate it to some degree but most can only whip up storms, create thunderclaps or call down lightning. Booming Sky on the other hand has perfected control over these powers, creating hailstorms, light mists, even small tornadoes if he is ever threatened enough to use such destructive force. Perhaps one of his strangest powers is using lightning to heal, somehow he can direct it through a body in such a way that it mends wounds. There are very few mages who can claim Booming Sky's level of skill over magic and he wields it with deadly authority.

Weapon:
Booming Sky's weapon of choice is normally his magic or his own talons, preferring to keep enemies at a distance more than anything else. He does however carry with him a blackened walking stick that is about as tall as he is. This stick as a gnarled lump at the top that makes it a rather effective club when called for. Booming Sky was meditating in an open field when a storm blew up and struck a tree not far from him, one of the branches landed at his feet. Seeing it as a divine gift from nature itself the old shaman formed the branch into a proper staff and has not parted with it since. The staff itself has been around the old bird for so long that it has absorbed some of his magic, letting it counter bladed weapons without damaging while it's burnt nature protects it from fire. The staff will even come to it's owner's call if the two are ever forced apart.


Biography:
To say Booming Sky has lead a long and fulfilling life is a grave understatement, he is the oldest known thunderbird to have ever existed and is respected even outside of his own clan. Technically a neutral party in the war against humans, he is just as likely to help them as he is any of his monster kin, this earns him no end of critics but they are careful not to voice their opinions too loud. Booming Sky was a powerful warrior in his younger days, when he grew older, losing his wife, the thunderbird devoted himself to shamanism and the study of the elements. Somehow he just sort of kept on living, just growing older and more tired with each passing decade. On the surface Booming Sky is jaded, cynical and downright unpleasant to be around, but this is all just an act. He has a very large and soft heart, Booming Sky can not accept seeing any injustice and is quick he berate the younger beasts until the wrong is righted. Nothing pains him more than seeing innocents hurt, which is a problem with living so long as Booming Sky has seen several lifetimes worth of suffering.

He used to wander the world, helping out where he could, but finally he felt like his age was just too great a mountain to pass. The thunderbird retreated to the depths of his homelands, far from even where his kin would dare fly. There he stayed for well over a hundred years, nothing but silence and the wind to keep him company. He lost a good chunk of his social skills, what few remained that is, in this time and became even grouchier than he had before, snapping at any who dared tread on his territory. However one day changed all this, there was a girl brought before him and no matter how loudly he screeched or how many thunderclaps he created, her guardian did not back down. Finally when Booming Sky listened, he found himself with the care of a small child. Though his days as a parent were long dead and his children's children gone, Booming Sky for the life of him could not turn away this little creature. Her name was Susan Baldwin, worried that staying isolated would stunt the little thing's growth. Booming Sky took his young charge and once more began to explore the world, complaining every step of the way that his old bones ached.

Hobbies:
When not meditating or taking care of his charge, Booming Sky like to whittle, turning blocks of wood or sticks into little wooden animals and toys which eh passes out to whoever he meets as he travels. Sometimes he even casts a little magic into these toys, enchanting them to protect their owners with a burst of lightning or simply absorbing in the magic around them so they can come to life and give the owner some company.
 
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Name: Nico Nelder Seldesprigg

Gender: Male

Age: Though he appears to be thirteen he's been forever alone for nearly two hundred years.

Personality:

Species: Imp, a lesser demon with decently well sized magical power similar to that of fairies or the like.

Physical Features: (No matter what creature you are, each one will have a humanoid form)

Sexual Preference: He's....never actually put any thought into whether or not he likes men or women in such a way. As he is an imp, he mainly just cares about causing mischief and relieving his loneliness. He has stated that he isn't particular as to whom he makes 'friends' with, but that he's more than likely a fan of women. It's somewhat complicated.

Powers:

Weapon: As he is not as strong as most normal demons, he keeps a small load of ingredients for explosives. Why he doesn't keep actual completed bombs on hand? It's primarily to keep himself safe from exploding. Aside from that he keeps a pair of daggers hidden on him, he specializes in using stealth tactics.

Biography:

Hobbies: Making Mischief, Painting, Fighting ( as a sport ), Rock Collecting, and Mining.

Picture (optional): (Yes. He is a male. In the past, he was quite desperate for companionship. So much so that he tossed away his pride as a demon and went around...dressed as such.)
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Name: Sallen Uldevier Mercendres

Gender: Male

Age: 14 at least in appearance, his true age has been established as 16 by probability.

Species: Wendigo

Physical Features:
Demi-Wendigo Form-(Current form):
He shows similarity to his human form, most of his appearance in general looks fairly human, the only true differences are his small elk like antlers, his reptilian tail, his long hairy horses legs, and his large furry arms whick resemble the huge arms of a bear, including some small claws. Aside from those differences, the rest of his demi-wendigo appearance looks as human as he was in the past

Full-Wendigo Form -
He stands at a full thirteen feet and 8 inches in height, there were large armor plates on his shoulders. He is huge, muscular, possessing long bulky dark-brown furry arms, with large claws on the fingers. To shoulder level, he looks fairly bulky, and heavily armored along the chest and shoulder area and slightly lower down along the abdomen. The eyes uncharacteristically appear to be a pair long red slits which resembling a 'glare' of sorts, His head shape resembles that of a human, excluding the large elk antlers on his head, as well as the large patch of dark brown quill-like fur growing from his head resembling the iconic 'crest' of a spotted hyena reaching down his back down to his tail. His ears are large, more or less resembling that of an elk or a horse, there are large patches of black fur on his chest as well as his shoulders. His spine is shielded by several large plates of armor along his back, reaching his shoulders. He has long horse like hooved legs which are heavily muscular to aid in running rather quickly while hunting, he has a long reptilian tail around three to four meters in length, lined with long quill like spines. His main body is dark- obsidian black, while the crests and claws arered, along it's waist there's some dark grey along the abdominal area, on the lower part of it's jaw it too was stained dark grey. His mouth sports a set of wickedly sharp teeth, all sharpened to a point.

Sexual Preference:
Straight - He has no sexual interest in males or females, however he is not at all 'aromantic', in which case, he's straight by all means. Though he has recently started to stare at female horses.

Powers:

Claws- His claws can cut through most: bone, wood, stone, though they are also able to cut into metal, they cannot cut right through metal.

Incredible strength - His strength increases if he manages to eat bones and meat, it increases particularly greatly when he eats a human or the remains of a human. however he needs a large amount of it to make a significant increase in his strength.

Regeneration- He is able to fully regrow lost limbs and organs at a startlingly fast rate, only IF he eats a large amount of food prior or during battle. He is able to heal minor cuts and wounds with this ability but nothing as extreme as restoring his limbs when he hasn't eaten.

Ice and Snow Manipulation- He is able to create ice and snow by manipulating the water droplets in the air to form ice or snow, he is then able to manipulate it and transform it into various forms.

Phase shifting- Despite the unusual name, this refers to his shifting in different forms he possesses, in this case it his immature 'demi-wendigo' form and his form he will have in the future, his full wendigo form once he reaches full physical maturity. This is usually triggered by immense anger, usually stemming by conflict resulting from combat or hunger. He cannot switch between these forms at will.

Weapon:
He keeps a pair of handmade bone cleavers on him, the blade's fashioned to be longer to the degree where they look more like a pair of short swords or something of the like. Both possess a pair of fairly large quillons, quillon blocks, as well as rather large guards, and knuckle guards to keep his hands safe from getting cut off.

Biography:
He doesn't really enjoy talking about his past in detail, not so much of because it's painful for him. He's already gotten past his past but he frankly doesn't want to tell people about it because normally people pester him with questions when he does. Putting it plainly and breaking it down as concisely as possible. He used to be a boy who had a surprisingly strong spiritual connection with the world. He had a strong sort of magic sense which could sense the essence of life within all, of which all of his community once had. He grew up in a gated religious and spiritual community that hid up in the mountains to stay safe from the conflict and monsters that commonly dwelled at the bottom of the mountain at the time. He lived out most of his life learning of their religion, living more or less comfortably, and living free from interaction with most monsters. However when he was ten, it was around that time when the usual caravans who traveled to the community to deliver food soon found itself constantly attacked by soldiers and others of the like. The community was forced to starvation, several of the people asked Sallen to eat them, as he was the healthiest and one of the few children who were still... alive then. He refused at first, however as time passed on and as the fresh water they had soon started to dwindle, he gave in and ate the remains of several of the community members, most of the other children died up to that point, however as he continued to eat, he was soon transformed into a wendigo, as a result of his spiritual power, engaging not only in cannibalism, but also for breaking the religious vow of not desecrating the dead.

Hobbies: Fishing, Hunting, Staring at horses (Particularly females), Taking part in 'Primitive' music, and Swimming

Picture (optional):
(From when he was still human at age 10):
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Name: Vann Weiderösch

Gender: Male

Age: He originally died when he was around sixteen, he continued to live on for seven more years.

Personality: He in the past was a fairly tranquil young man, fairly lax and laid back. He had no particular TRUE allignment in the past, to an extent he believed that what the demon horde were doing was correct at least by CONCEPT, but in action it was wrong. He wished to protect his home, the people and those who lived in it, to just help the next generation and the people who helped bring up that generation. In other words, he principally wished to be a man of the people. An over all pleasant easy-going person. However after he died, he started to deviate, he shifted into a full on slacker, lazy, somewhat tired out man, who seems to be frankly apathetic to most things that may be considered as 'nuisances'. In combat, he shifts into a violent killing machine, shifting to the other more barbaric extreame. His main focus now is obtaining what he desires most: his vengance on those who killed him.

Species: Onryo - A spirit brought back from the world of the dead to our world due to this deep vengeful emotion or powerful grudge they had the moment they died.

Physical Features: There are no true physical differences between him and a normal human. He looks more or less human, despite his now pale white skin, now long unkempt blackened hair reaching down to his lower back, now appearing to be living. His eyes now a full sickly yellow color. His robe now bleach white in color, unable to be fully removed. Aside from all these things, his form itself looks mostly human.

Sexual Preference: Straight, though he shows no interest in women due to his impulse to take out his anger and vengeful anger on his murderers, he still is interested in women.

Powers:
Puppetry: Unlike most onryo who're able to take over the dead bodies of other people, he was only able to learn how to possess his own dead body by instinct. Due to the time he's spent in his body, his spirit and form have become bound again as though he were alive again. If his body is completely destroyed, not burnt to cinders or crushed but utterly annihilated it's more than likely that he won't survive.

Regeneration: He is able to fully regrow lost limbs and organs at a startlingly fast rate. Simply put this is quite useful when fighting or when feeding the wendigo. He is able to continue doing this at an unknown rate which allows him to make basic weapons out of his own bones such as makeshift daggers or knives which are pretty much all he can make using his bone. His regenerative ability is derived from his ability to manipulate dark energy.

Manipulation of Dark Energy: Vann is able to manipulate a condensed form of his spirits anger and vengeful essence into a physical embodiment that can either be used to attack, regenerate and curse people like most onryo can. He cannot do this though. He is only able to focus his dark energy onto himself or a 'frame' of sorts to either defend against attack or to create a stronger weapon. Up to now he's only learned how to use his dark energy to focus on his own body to make his own physical attacks all the stronger and only knows how to create shields, swords and throwing knives as long as he has a bone made frame for said shield, weapon, etc, etc. He has to rest briefly after using his dark energy for an extended period of time.

Weapon: He possesses two weapons, one is a sword that he possessed when he was still alive, a simple sword, the blade being around a full meter in length, while the hilt and the rest of the grip, and such are a foot in length. the grip itself is red, nothing at all particularly special about it, just a nice red color, the hilt itself appears to be wooden, the guard and other such vital details that used to protect his hands as a human were made of metal. Over all his sword itself appears to be a mix between a traditional japanese sword and something else of european origin. Back then, the sword he recieved wasn't at all too special, it was a sword forged in his village, that his dad gave him as a gift for when he'd become a hunter or explorer as Vann wished he'd become in the future.

His other weapon is a sort of 'psudo-sword', a long spear-like piece of bone which he had to grow himself using his regenerative ability. He uses the bone itself as a sort of frame for his black spiritual energy to form the blade if not the sword itself. When he does so, the sword looks like a mimic of his actual sword, only far much longer.


Biography: His life was mainly... okay in general, he was born in a peaceful little village of humans in the swamplands of the deep southern reaches of the world. A peaceful life of fishing, doing nothing, and getting groomed for the day he'd marry a girl he never met in person. He had opposition to it at first, he honestly was completely against it, however he didn't entirely care about it afterwords due to the marriage itself occurring much later in his life, when she was old enough to be groomed properly for marriage, at the same time he recieved another proposition for marriage which he lazily accepted due to his life taking a more exciting turn around the time. Around that time several bands of demons had invaded the swamplands picking off small human camps one by one. 'Vann' was pushed into action due to him being of age to fight, he had to defend his home, and unfortunately he failed. His family escaped the demon packs as far as he knows, however he and the rest of the soldiers were massacred by the bands main leaders. His own anger and anguish of his death eventually lead his spirit to retake his body and turn into an onryo.

After that, his highest concern was hunting down the captains to slaughter them as they did him. One would think that this is somewhat backwards thinking, however as an onryo his highest function is to take out his anger and anguish on others, specifically upon those two wronged him, all else including searching for his family which may or may not be alive comes last. On one of his many travels, he came across a wendigo, and managed to 'tame' him as he puts it. He saw the wendigo as a means to help him achieve his goal in a far less complicated manner. Now he travels with the wendigo to slaughter the captains who wronged him, he hopes that then perhaps he may be able to at least relax or at least fight a little longer after achieving his goal.

Hobbies: He's was by all means consumed by his own vengeful spirit, his only hobby now a days is sharpening his skills... if that even counts as a hobby. However in the past he used to fish, play music and in general train to be a hunter and explorer. Though now all he does is fish for his companion and train to become a better sword fighter.

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Name: Nico Nelder Seldesprigg

Gender: Male

Age: Though he appears to be thirteen he's been forever alone for nearly two hundred years.

Personality: He's rather complex, or at the very least, his motivations and instinct constantly clash with each other. He is a being that enjoys causing mischief and he takes fun in causing little annoyances like simple pranks and such on random people. Though he does this it is mainly out of instinct and normal behavior befitting an imp, in truth though he in fact is very playful, fairly eccentric in how he views himself as the fitting example of a prime specimen of man as a gender however he is quite lonely, though the only true thing he wants is a friend his instinct as an imp more than often conflicts with said motivation. After all who'd want to be friends with someone who not only pranks complete strangers but who'd also prank his own friends?

Species: Imp, a lesser demon with decently well sized magical power similar to that of fairies or the like.

Physical Features: In truth, he normally conceals his true appearance due to how apparently frightened people were of him in the past. His skin is fully black, all black no form of difference in coloration in the least, he possesses fairly little scissor blade like claws, a pair of long horns sit atop his head. His eyes seem to be aflame, litterally composed of infernal flame, his long tail usually has the same flame, unless he's concealing it with his tail.

Sexual Preference: He's....never actually put any thought into whether or not he likes men or women in such a way. As he is an imp, he mainly just cares about causing mischief and relieving his loneliness. He has stated that he isn't particular as to whom he makes 'friends' with, but that he's more than likely a fan of women. It's somewhat complicated.

Powers:
Infernal Fire Manipulation ( Limited ): He is able to create small fire balls and fire walls reaching up to seven feet in height, the fire itself is in the same league with normal demons, however he is only able to produce it in small quantities.

Phantasmagoric Darts: He is able to produce these six inch long black needles which, when shot into a target, produce unusual nightmarish dreamscapes. In a way, the darts drug the target, causing them to not only succumb to their darkest fantasies but to experience their worst fears and nightmares just long enough for the imp to escape. The senses of the target are stimulated by the drug to make the fantasy feel all the more real, all the pain and the possible horror they feel. Though this is true, the darts only last for around 10 to 15 minutes upon 'injection', and to those who are much stronger monster species, it normally only afflicts them for a minute. He however is only able to produce twelve darts per day.


Weapon: He is not as strong as most normal demons, he keeps a small load of ingredients for explosives. Why he doesn't keep actual completed bombs on hand? It's primarily to keep himself safe from exploding. Aside from that he keeps a pair of daggers hidden on him, he specializes in using stealth tactics.

Biography: In short, he was a familiar of a fairly powerful demoness after she managed to summon him from his life out in the wilderness. In the past, he was just a sort of hermit, much like a few fairies. He just went from place to place, just bumming it in general. However it was on one of those days in which he lived alone in the wilderness, that he found himself being summoned by a demoness to be her new familiar. He accepted of course playing the cool card to make him appear not as desperate for companionship as he really was and so began his new neglected dissatisfied life. He in general there lived comfortably but he was unhappy. She didn't care in the least about him, at least not in the way he hoped she would. He put up with the neglect and lack of attention for most of his life until he finally was fed up with it and broke their little pact. He continued to wander the world for several more years, becoming intent on being feared as a powerful demon to make up for the empty feeling within.

Hobbies: Making Mischief, Painting, Fighting ( as a sport ), Rock Collecting, and Mining.

Picture (optional): (Yes. He is a male. In the past, he was quite desperate for companionship. So much so that he tossed away his pride as a demon and went around...dressed as such.)
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Name: Azazel Deveraux

Gender: Male

Age: ??? (Incubus' live for quite awhile)

[color=0000CD]Species[/color]: Incubus

Physical Features: A relatively tall and slender figure he has the initial appearance of a relatively average human teenager. With relatively long dark hair that stops just above the middle of his neck he is a rugged young gentleman. Bright blue eyes accenting the dark hair, and changing upon entering his demonic form. A relatively cut figure, he is not one to show it off.

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Powers: Hover Step- A strange ability that isn't necessarily equivalent to that of flight, in reality it is the ability to create a strange circular platform of sorts beneath his feat. Colored in a dark purplish tinge it is quite effective when needing to escape or make his get away. Such 'platforms' can be interrupted by displacement, such as inserting something in the way before his platform appears causing the magical substance to falter and force Azazel into other forms of movement.

Regeneration - A touchy form of the substance for small wounds and scratches are but mere childs play for this ability. However major wounds, and damage to his body require some form of sustenance generally some form of precious ore. Diamond, Gold, Emeralds, etc.

Blood Manipulation - It works to one extent, if from another being he is able to use the blood in order to create some sort of 'weapon' or something of that nature. However such weapons are only usable for one attack, his own blood allows him much more freedom in it's use, however continuous use leads to a drain in his energy and in some cases unconsciousness.

Super Strength- He himself is only a bit stronger than the average human, however in combination with his other abilities it can increase fairly.

Weapon: A small stiletto he hides in his sleeve, never having a need to utilize it unless in his human form.

Biography: The truth is Azazel has had a plethora of unique hobbies and lifestyles throughout his lifetime. However, one things was for certain that this individual in particular was somewhat of a Kleptomaniac. The need to steal had come over him upon his first birth into the world, the need to take from others and all his desires to be within his possession was much too strong at first. Any whom got in the way were simply...dealt with. Women, being much easier as he had started at his younger stages, seducing, bedding, and then killing these lovely lasses had become almost second nature to the young individual. Father an Incubus as well as his mother being a Succubus had abandoned him to go about their normal lifestyles, leaving the young incubus to his own inhibitions.

It had taken little to no time for the young Azazel to adopt the lifestyle of a thief. Taking and doing as he wished without a second thought. To him he felt...unstoppable. His own lust had gave way to the desire for more, and the need to have everything and anything he so desired. Then it hit quickly...the immense void inside him could not be filled by any assortment of materialistic goods, and as a result Azazel was no longer a strong Klepto. Of course the urge to steal arises...yet he has such strong emotions under control a good portion of the time; however this change did not change his lifestyle upon learning his ability to ingest precious ores and goods. As a result he upgraded from being a lowly thief, to a major bandit whom only stole those of which he deemed worthy. A famous bandit he has been given the nickname 'Red Baron'.

Hobbies: Somewhat of a Klepto, if on occasion he has nothing better to do he simply gives into the need and inhibitions that desire him to take whatever he so desires. A part time thief, with his own free will he seeks to take only what he deems worthy, such as precious goods and metals. Lastly, an avid reader and sleeper, he spends much of his time locked in a room or something of that nature doing one of those two activities.

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Name: Karista Katiousa
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Species: Neko

Physical Features: Kari stands about 5'9 and is athletically built, she has long, pitch black hair and dark green eyes. She has a medium sized chest and the hips and ass to match it. She has soft, lightly tanned skin and rarely wears a smile. On the back of her neck she has a few 'battle wound' scars from claws that were attached to a werewolf. She also has the tattoo of a paw print above her left hip, just above her pant line. In her humanoid form she also has black cat ears that stick out more often than not from under her black hair and a black cat tail, fluffy but not long haired, and her nails, filed to a sharp tip to make them like razors, not enough to cut through much, but their feel certainly leaves a lasting sting.

Sexual Preference: bisexual
Powers: She can take on the form of any feline she so desires, allowing her each of their strengths and weaknesses. In humanoid form she has a heightened sense of smell but nothing else outside the normal.

Weapon: In cat form whatever feline she is, but basic weapons are her claws and teeth. In her humanoid form she has customized boots to allow a knife in the heel of one and the toe of the other, so watch the feet. Also she carries a hunting knife in her boot, a small revolver in her cleavage and a few throwing stars she hides in her hair and other random places on her body.

Biography: Kari grew up in a small village of nekos with her siblings, then one day a few of her older siblings and her parents got taken away. Where they went or who took then wasn't really known, that didn't stop rumors from flying however, first she was told vampires, then mortals, then werewolves. The stories changed depending on who she asked, and that was just inside her village. When she left her village she heard of other places having the same issues, and of course they had the same stories, no one really knew what happened. When she reached her teen years the rumors began to finally fade, either that or she just stopped listening, truth be told she doesn't really know. She had come across many different types of creatures along her journeys to find answers, to make sense of everything and then it happened.... One day Kari found herself in a human village, she was in the form of a black house cat. A young girl took her in, treated her like she was a regular cat, gave her food, exercise, even a job... Well whatever you would call chasing mice, of course for a cat suppose that was a job. She loved the life she had, even though she would be viewed as lowering herself, she enjoyed what she had gotten. That's when the real trouble for her began however. People from the village began disappearing, talk of vampires, demons from beyond the grave, mythological creatures were sleighing her new families friends. She didn't want to believe it, so she did some exploring. Working to find evidence to the contrary, but she found none, instead she found herself.... A neko.... Hidding as an innocent house cat.... In the middle of a war.

Hobbies: Chasing mice, chasing yarn balls, exploring/investigating, climbing trees.

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Name: Jyllian "Jyl" McAllistor
Gender: Unknown
Age: 20
Species: Shapeshifter

Physical Features: Jyllian is an athletic young shapeshifter who likes to either appear as a 15 year old and 4 feet 'tall' girly trap with wavy bubblegum-pink hair that reaches to the middle of the back or as a 20 year old and 8 feet tall hermaphrodite. Thanks to her ability, She/he can change her/his body into any anthropomorphic mix she wants, including tails, wings and any other special feature of any animal. She/he has long curly red hair which reaches down towards her/his ass. Her/his black eyes look like a clear sky at midnight where you can see the stars. The size of her/his breasts vary from form to form (the trap has small perky breasts while the herm has 42EE).

Sexual Preference: Bisexual

Powers: Shape-shifting

Weapon: Body, sheathed claymore on her back and two custom-made slingshot with zoom
Biography: Jyllian lived with her/his parents before she/he got her/his powers. Jyl found a strange stone someday which awakened her/his ability to shape-shift. She/he walked around, testing the new abilities and changed gender the first time. Jyllian did this so often that she/he forgot her/his true gender. She/he tries now to survive and is maybe on the search for an understanding mate who might become her/his lover.

Hobbies: Jyllian loves books, she even tried to write one herself. She is a bookworm and reads everything she can find. Jyl loves to use her powers to explore the world and travel around, but she uses her ability to change her body for sex too.
 
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